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Jul 2012
it: spring, Tokyo you, by my hip flowered
briefly a thousand, pink petals, slippery
beneath sole the exact strange neon of
lights bore swiftly under darkness our
bodies lightly, into each others, wiggle
heavy lips, and between they(pinkpetals
                                                             slippery)
PK Wakefield
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